Whispers of Yesterday

"So… This is where you found the photo?" Zinnia mumbled staring at a frozen wasteland. The classroom in question was lost to time with chairs scattered around and part of the floor caved in. The lockers were frozen to the wall, the remains of a person squatted in the corner brittle and shattered. Zinnia stepped inside, being extra careful as she nodded. "This must be it. Alton's classroom."

"I can't help but feel like this is more than a coincidence," Gale mentioned looking through textbooks.

Emil stood in the corridor, not daring to step inside. "I don't like any of this to be absolutely honest. It feels like a trap."

Scarlett continued to stare at the photo found firmly placing it in her pocket. "I cannot help but agree. We should find any other survivors. We have no idea what we have gotten ourselves into."